Try living, try try living You ain't lived in a woman's world If you never been told how you gotta be What you gotta wear, how you gotta speak And if you can't see that it's gotta change But she goes to the same job everyday She's overworked and

Don't want us to lose what we are Don't question it You ain't gotta question it You already know the answer The truth don't make us relevant Hurts but it's necessary Lose what we are So they can't help but to come and hate on it They see what we got and

But I do, I do They say I don't really need your love Give you all of me, I'II never leave Ways that we could stay between the sheets Oh, but they can't see what you do to me Doesn't really matter what they say And they don't think you don't give enough

I might just paint the Bentley mustard (skrr) I got rich, that's on my mother (yeah) Say she love you, still can't trust her (what, yeah, yeah) Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it (skrrt) But my frames, they Dior, I can't see, baby (I can't

Baby, you can drive my car Beep beep'm beep beep yeah Yes, I'm gonna be a star And maybe I'll love you Asked a girl what she wanted to be She said baby, can't you see I want to be famous, a star on the screen But you can do something in between I told

Like a boomerang, like a boomerang 'round You can always bring me down but I come around Like a boomerang like a boomerang 'round It's like you cannot see it's just what I wanted Why can't you leave me 'cause I am saying that I had it all I cannot take

Helpless (helpless) See the flashing lights, hear the thunder roar I am gonna set you all alight Gotta fill this hall tonight I can see the stars, but I can't see what's going on Every night alone I sing my song just for fun Only time will tell if I'll

Lies and deceiving is what I'm believing Up to my knees so hard to breathe It helps that you aren't there Can't figure out what's the right thing for me Guess I'll have to wait and see So understanding but so far from the truth It's what I have to live

I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that

Till you get back wit him, it don't change (Can't help but wait) Till you see that wit me, it ain't the same (Can't help but wait) Till you, see you, for what you really are (Baby girl you are a star) And I can't help but wait Even tho I know I'll treat